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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Mountain time

You guys, we just got back from a trip to the Smoky Mountains with Becky and let me tell you, sometimes real life disappoints. In addition to meeting her very cute and brilliant children, the famous, Hank and Laura (and our kids got on famously), we got to meet her parents who just may be the most hospitable, charming and just plain likable people I've ever had the pleasure of imposing on for several days. Her dad kept apologizing for the view, which he claims was not at it's best. It looked pretty good to me:

After three days of this, my neighbor's slightly rundown Victorian is just not doing it for me.

And her mom made us grits, you guys! Nelson's favorite part of the weekend was the tubing. Mine was meeting Becky's parents. We chatted about books, and politics, and unions, and public education, with a gorgeous backdrop. You know how sometimes you meet people and you just know they are "your people?" It was like that. They are my people, man. Seriously, if you are in the market for new parents, you should check out Becky's folks. They're good ones.

As if our weekend wasn't great enough, when we got to my in-laws to pick up our dog on Monday, we left Oscar for the night.

Today I'm doing my regular stuff - laundry, vacuuming, dusting, buying pants and underwear for my husband, going to the post office. It seems quite non glamorous after a weekend of tubing, cocktails, hot tubbing, cocktails, late nights and long chats, but it's still a good life.

I'm so glad you had a lovely time with Becky and her family. I desperately want to be these people's daughter, though I've never met them. I feel that I should make sure that they understand what an excellent daughter I would make. I too can discuss important and thought-provoking issues. And I am an excellent tuber.

Alright that's all I have to say.

BTW, I'm still thinking about a trip to DC with Jude in the next couple of years, so we may just stop by.